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Contents
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER ONE: TAKE COMMAND
CHAPTER TWO: LEAD BY EXAMPLE
CHAPTER THREE: LISTEN AGGRESSIVELY
CHAPTER FOUR: COMMUNICATE PURPOSE AND MEANING
CHAPTER FIVE: CREATE A CLIMATE OF TRUST
CHAPTER SIX: LOOK FOR RESULTS, NOT SALUTES
CHAPTER SEVEN: TAKE CALCULATED RISKS
CHAPTER EIGHT: GO BEYOND STANDARD PROCEDURE
CHAPTER NINE: BUILD UP YOUR PEOPLE
CHAPTER TEN: GENERATE UNITY
CHAPTER ELEVEN: IMPROVEYOUR PEOPLE’S QUALITY OF LIFE
CHAPTER TWELVE: LIFE AFTER BENFOLD
EPILOGUE: BEYOND BENFOLD
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To the memory of Petty Officer Edward C. Benfold and to the officers and crew
who sailed in his ship with me.
INTRODUCTION
TAKE COMMAND
MY FIRST INKLING OF THE SIZE OF THE JOB CAME AT 1:21 in the afternoon of
June 20, 1997, after I formally assumed command of USS Benfold.
When a Navy ship changes hands, all routine work stops two weeks prior to
the event. The crew paints the ship from top to bottom, sets up a big tent on the
flight deck, arranges chairs for dignitaries, and unrolls a red carpet for the
obligatory admiral, who delivers a speech on the outstanding performance of the
ship’s departing skipper. A reception follows. Waves of good feeling saturate the
event as the former commanding officer is piped ashore.
My predecessor was accompanied by his family as he left the ship. And when
the public-address system announced his final departure, much of the crew was
not disappointed to see him go. I can still feel my face flushing with
embarrassment when I remember how some didn’t give him a respectful send-
off.
Truthfully, my first thought as I watched this spectacle was about myself.
How could I ensure that my eventual departure wouldn’t be met with relief when
I left the ship in two years? I was taking over a very tough crew who didn’t
exactly adore their captain.
The crew would probably dislike me, I thought, if for no other reason than
that I represented old-fashioned and perhaps obsolete authority. That was okay;
being likable is not high among a ship captain’s job requirements. What is
essential is to be respected, trusted, and effective. Listening to those raucous
jeers, I realized that I had a long way to go before I really took command of
Benfold.
I knew that I would have to come up with a new leadership model, geared to
a new era. And this awkward reception underlined for me just how much the
workplace had changed in military as well as in civilian life.
Never before had employees felt so free to tell their bosses what they thought
of them. In the long economic boom, people were not afraid of losing their jobs.
Other jobs awaited them; even modestly qualified people moved from one
company to another in a quest for the perfect position they believed they richly
deserved.
However the economy is doing, a challenge for leaders in the twenty-first
century is attracting and retaining not just employees, but the best employees—
and more important, how to motivate them so that they work with passion,
energy, and enthusiasm. But very few people with brains, skills, and initiative
appear. The timeless challenge in the real world is to help less-talented people
transcend their limitations.
Pondering all this in the context of my post as the new captain of Benfold, I
read some exit surveys, interviews conducted by the military to find out why
people are leaving. I assumed that low pay would be the first reason, but in fact
it was fifth. The top reason was not being treated with respect or dignity; second
was being prevented from making an impact on the organization; third, not being
listened to; and fourth, not being rewarded with more responsibility. Talk about
an eye-opener.
Further research disclosed an unexpected parallel with civilian life.
According to a recent survey, low pay is also number five on the list of reasons
why private employees jump from one company to another. And the top four
reasons are virtually the same as in the military. The inescapable conclusion is
that, as leaders, we are all doing the same wrong things.
Since a ship’s captain can’t hand out pay raises, much less stock options, I
decided that during my two years commanding Benfold, I would concentrate on
dealing with the unhappy sailors’ top four gripes. My organizing principle was
simple: The key to being a successful skipper is to see the ship through the eyes
of the crew. Only then can you find out what’s really wrong and, in so doing,
help the sailors empower themselves to fix it.
A simple principle, yes, but one the Navy applauds in theory and rejects in
practice. Officers are told to delegate authority and empower subordinates, but in
reality they are expected never to utter the words “I don’t know.” So they are on
constant alert, riding herd on every detail. In short, the system rewards
micromanagement by superiors—at the cost of disempowering those below. This
is understandable, given the military’s ancient insistence on obedience in the
face of chaos, which is essential in battle. Moreover, subordinates may sidestep
responsibility by reasoning that their managers are paid to take the rap.
A ship commanded by a micromanager and his or her hierarchy of sub-
micromanagers is no breeding ground for individual initiative. And I was aiming
for 310 initiative-takers—a crew ready, able, and willing to make Benfold the
top-rated ship in the fleet.
What I wanted, in fact, was a crew that bore at least a dim resemblance to the
ship’s namesake, Edward C. Benfold, a Navy hospital corpsman who died in
action at the age of twenty-one while tending to two wounded Marines in a
foxhole during the Korean War. When several enemy soldiers approached the
foxhole, throwing grenades into it, Benfold picked up the grenades and stormed
the enemy, killing them and himself in the process. He was posthumously
awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. (Incidentally, he came from the
small town of Audubon, New Jersey, which has two other Medal of Honor
winners as well, making it the highest per capita Medal of Honor city in the
United States.) I wanted my crew to display courage and step up to the plate just
as Edward Benfold had done.
We had nowhere to go but up. Still, up is not an easy direction. It defies
gravity, both cultural and magnetic. So the Benfold story is hardly a hymn to our
unalloyed success in converting the heathen. It was tough going.
At first, my unconventional approach to the job evoked fear and undermined
the authoritarian personality that had been imprinted on the ship. But instead of
constantly scrutinizing the members of my crew with the presumption that they
would screw up, I assumed that they wanted to do well and be the best. I wanted
everyone to be involved in the common cause of creating the best ship in the
Pacific Fleet. And why stop there? Let’s shoot for the best damn ship in the
whole damn Navy!
I began with the idea that there is always a better way to do things, and that,
contrary to tradition, the crew’s insights might be more profound than even the
captain’s. Accordingly, we spent several months analyzing every process on the
ship. I asked everyone, “Is there a better way to do what you do?” Time after
time, the answer was yes, and many of the answers were revelations to me.
My second assumption was that the secret to lasting change is to implement
processes that people will enjoy carrying out. To that end, I focused my
leadership efforts on encouraging people not only to find better ways to do their
jobs, but also to have fun as they did them. And sometimes—actually, a lot of
times—I encouraged them to have fun for fun’s sake.
Little gestures go a long way. At our base in San Diego, for example, I
decided to quit feeding the crew with official Navy rations, and instead used the
ship’s food budget to buy quality civilian brands that were cheaper as well as
tastier. I sent some of our cooks to culinary school. What they learned turned
Benfold into a lunchtime mecca for sailors from all over the San Diego base.
There were also our music videos, courtesy of stealth technology. We have all
heard of the stealth bomber. We are now building ships using stealth
characteristics to minimize our radar signature so that the enemy cannot easily
find us. By using angled decks and radar-absorbing materials on the hull, an
enemy’s radar beam is either deflected or absorbed. As a result, an 8,600-ton,
505-foot-long destroyer looks no bigger on an enemy’s radar screen than a
fishing boat. The angled superstructure that stealth technology dictated on the
after part of Benfold resembles the screen of an old drive-in movie theater. So
one of my more resourceful sailors created outdoor entertainment by projecting
music videos on that surface, which the refueling crews could enjoy. The shows
generated a lot of buzz throughout the fleet and lightened up a tedious and
sometimes dangerous job.
While spending thirty-five interminable autumn days in the scorching Persian
Gulf, we acquired a lifeboat full of pumpkins, a fruit alien to the Middle East.
Our supply officer pulled off this coup, and I thought it would be
micromanaging to ask for an explanation. After we overdosed on pumpkin pie,
we distributed scores of unused pumpkins for a jack-o’-lantern carving contest.
The innovations weren’t all lighthearted. On our way from San Diego to the
Persian Gulf, for example, our first stop was Honolulu. Benfold accompanied
two other ships, USS Gary and USS Harry W. Hill, both skippered by officers
senior to me. The operational commander of all three ships was a commodore
aboard Hill.
During the seven-day voyage, we performed exercises and drills. On the sixth
day, we were supposed to detect and avoid a U.S. submarine that was posing as
an enemy. The submarine’s task was to find and sink the ship carrying the
commodore. Though the commanding officer of Gary was in charge of this
particular exercise, because of his seniority, three days prior to the exercise no
plan had yet been announced, and I sensed an opportunity. In business lingo, you
could say Benfold’s crew had a chance to boost the ship’s market share.
I called my junior sonarmen into my stateroom, along with the appropriate
officers to serve as witnesses, and assigned them the task of coming up with an
innovative plan. I told them to put themselves in the shoes of the submarine’s
commanding officer (CO), to figure out what he was going to do, and then to
develop a strategy to scupper it.
To everyone’s surprise—including mine—they devised the most imaginative
plan I had ever seen. We submitted it, but both the commodore and Gary’s CO
shot it down in favor of a last-minute plan based on the same tactics the Navy
has been using since World War II. Now more than ever, we must stop preparing
for past battles and prepare for new ones.
When I heard their decision, I went ballistic. Forcefully, almost
disrespectfully, I argued with them on the ship-to-ship radio. The radio is a
secure circuit, but also a party line that any sailor can listen to by punching the
right button, which all of my sailors did. They heard me challenge my bosses to
try something new and bold. I was told in no uncertain terms that we would use
Gary’s plan. I asked for an NFL instant replay, appealing the decision. Nope.
Tradition, plus outmoded business practices, carried the day.
As a result, the submarine sank all three of us—without its crew breaking a
sweat. Talk about dejection. But my sailors knew that I had gone to bat for them.
I could not do less: They had done the same for me by designing such innovative
solutions.
The next day, we were scheduled to pull into Pearl Harbor. Navy ships arrive
ashore and depart for sea in order of the date of rank of their commanding
officers, another archaic monument to tradition. I was the junior commanding
officer on our three ships, so Benfold was scheduled to arrive last, at 1700 hours
in the late afternoon, and depart first at 0700 the next morning, on our way to
Singapore.
Since the submarine exercise (read fiasco) was over early in the morning, I
saw no reason to drift at sea waiting for the other ships to precede me into Pearl
when my sailors could enjoy a whole day’s liberty ashore if we left early. With
my crew again listening on the party line, I radioed the other captains and asked
if they might want to ask permission to go in early. Nothing doing, they said.
Stick to plan. Don’t stir up trouble, which is exactly what I did when I called the
commodore, over their objections, and asked to go in early. His tone wasn’t
friendly; he, too, had been listening to my conversations with the other COs.
“Give me a good reason,” he said.
“We will save taxpayers’ money by not sitting out here wasting fuel. Also, I
have a broken piece of equipment I want to have fixed, and finally, I would like
my crew to enjoy a day on the beach. By my count, that’s three good reasons.”
The commodore cleared his throat. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he said,
“Permission granted.”
You could hear my sailors cheering throughout the ship. We revved up all
four engines and rooster-tailed to the mouth of the harbor at max speed, hardly
saving any fuel! We got our equipment fixed, and by midday my sailors were
headed for Waikiki and mai tais. That’s when they began saying, “This is not
your father’s Navy.”
And that’s when I knew that I had taken command—not just in name, but in
truth. One sailor told me that the crew thought I cared more about performance
and them than about my next promotion. That’s another thing you need to learn
about your people: They are more perceptive than you give them credit for, and
they always know the score—even when you don’t want them to.
A lot of the sailors I worked with came from the bottom rung of the
socioeconomic ladder. They grew up in dysfunctional families in blighted
neighborhoods, where addiction and abuse were common. They went to lousy
schools and had little, if any, of what I took for granted as a kid: stability,
support, succor. Still, despite all this adversity and the fact that they had nothing
handed to them in life, they were some of the best citizens I have ever met.
Unlike them, I didn’t have to look very far to find my heroes; I had some in my
own family. And the older I get, the more I appreciate, even revere, them.
My paternal grandparents came to the United States from Macedonia in 1906
and settled in Mount Union, Pennsylvania. My father, one of eleven children,
served in World War II, as did three of his brothers. In the opening hours of the
Battle of the Bulge, my uncle Butch took seven bullets to his helmet, was
knocked out, presumed dead, and lay on the ground for three days while the
battle raged. When soldiers came through to pick up the bodies, they realized he
was still breathing. He recovered, and died just last year at the age of eighty-
eight.
My uncle Kero, a paratrooper, jumped behind enemy lines in occupied France
on a successful mission to gather intelligence.
My father was in the Army, assigned to the Merchant Marine as a radio
operator. At the Brooklyn Navy Yard, he was told to choose between two ships.
The first was spanking new and the second was an old rust bucket. Maybe
because his sympathies were always with the underdog, my father chose the
latter. The Army’s record-keeping was poor, and he was listed as being on the
new ship, which was sunk by a German U-boat in the North Atlantic on one of
its first voyages. The War Department even notified my grandfather that my
father was killed in action. The Army stopped his pay. You can imagine the
emotions when my father wrote home and his dad realized that he was still alive.
Proving to the Army that he was still alive and requesting that they restart his
pay evoked lots of emotions as well.
When I was growing up, my father told us war stories at the noon meal on
Sundays. We heard them so many times we could finish each one after hearing
the first three words. Still, they had a profound impact on us—probably more
than my dad realized.
My mother also contributed to the war effort. Altoona, a railroad hub at that
time, handled millions of tons of war supplies. My mother, who later became a
teacher, worked a shift at the switching stations keeping the trains running.
My father, uncles, and mother were all powerful role models for me. Like
NBC news anchor Tom Brokaw, I consider theirs the greatest generation, and I
admire their tremendous sacrifices. I told my crew in my very first speech that I
had been running hard every day to fill my fathers shoes, and I feel that I still
am.
My parents never made much money (my father was a social worker and my
mother taught junior high), but that didn’t stop them from making my childhood
a privileged one. We never knew we were poor. They provided discipline,
encouragement, and a lot of love. It added up to stability, symbolized by a
marriage that has now lasted for fifty-four years in the same house—the one
where my mother was born eighty years ago. I believe any of us fortunate
enough to come from stable families have a responsibility to try to understand
the experiences of those growing up without support, security, or positive role
models.
I was number six of seven children. My parents really struggled to put the
first five through college, so when the opportunity came for me to get my
education “free” at the U.S. Naval Academy, I jumped at the chance. Being an
athlete in high school helped me gain admittance: I was recruited to play
football. I turned out to be at best a mediocre football player, so I’m glad I had a
day job when I graduated.
My degree was in political science, but 80 percent of the courses at the Naval
Academy were in engineering, chemistry, physics, calculus, and other technical
subjects, which were excruciating for me. Between that and the sheer
competitiveness of the place, I wasn’t a stellar student. I was lucky to graduate in
the bottom third of the class.
For a Navy officer, your first posting depends on your class rank at the
Academy, and if you choose to be a ship driver, as I did, you find that the
sleekest, newest ships go to the people at the top of the class. My first
assignment was to an old rust bucket of a frigate, USS Albert David. Oddly, that
turned out to be an advantage. On the fast new ships, the Academy hotshots
continued to compete with one another for training time and opportunities to
learn. On Albert David, competing with officers at the bottom of the list, I still
had to bust my butt, but it was easier to break out. I got great opportunities at an
early stage in my career that I probably would not have had if I had done better
at the Academy.
But the officers I was reporting to were also considered to deserve the Albert
David, and it was their leadership style I was learning. Unfortunately, that was
old-fashioned command-and-control; they barked orders and micromanaged
everything. I started as the communications officer, but I got to drive the ship a
lot because many of the officers were afraid to try. The captain was abusive. He
yelled at us so hard that the veins on his neck and forehead would bulge.
At one point, the captain fired the antisubmarine warfare officer and told me,
who had no training at all, to replace him. I was able to do some good things by
studying my job and telling my dysfunctional division what to do. I was getting
semi-good results and moving up the career ladder, but I was still handicapped
by my micromanaging style.
I started to get a broader view in my next post, as an aide to Admiral Hugh
Webster in Subic Bay in the Philippines, where I was posted for eighteen
months. I sat in on all his meetings and read all his confidential correspondence.
I even wrote most of his letters for him, and I learned how a two-star admiral in
the U.S. Navy operates. That gave me a top-down view of the organization and
how people interact with the upper chain of command. We traveled widely in
Asia, planned the first U.S. naval visit to Qingdao, China, since the Chinese
revolution, and monitored Soviet naval movements from a ship off Vladivostok.
It was a great learning experience.
I was twenty-five years old at the time, and most twenty-five-year-olds don’t
get the opportunity to see how the organization runs at a senior level. It was
good training, which businesses could give their up-and-coming young people
by making them executive assistants to the top officers.
My next assignment was to the destroyer USS Harry W. Hill as the combat
systems officer, which made me a department head and also the tactical action
officer in charge of running the combat information center. It was a good ship
with a great commanding officer, but the executive officer (XO) was the most
command-and-control officer I’d ever experienced in the military. Three weeks
after I got to the ship in 1987, he called me into his stateroom when we finished
the first exercise and told me flatly that I was the worst tactical action officer he
had ever seen in his life. I think his assessment was right, so I took it as notice
that I had to get better. It wasn’t easy, but when I left the ship eighteen months
later, he told me I was the best tactical action officer he had ever seen.
The captain and XO could easily have fired me if they chose to, but I was
eager to learn. They saw that I had the right attitude and leadership abilities, and
they provided the training I needed in the technical skills. It was rough at the
beginning, but they gave me chances, and I benefited. It taught me not to give up
on people until I have exhausted every opportunity to train them and help them
grow.
From Harry W. Hill I went to USS England, a guided missile cruiser, where I
served from 1989 to 1991. Again, I was combat systems officer, but with a much
more complex system; from supervising a crew of 80,I was now managing 120
people. We had a tense tour of duty in the Persian Gulf during Operation Desert
Shield, which I will discuss at length later in the book.
When I left England, I returned to the Bureau of Naval Personnel to work as
an assignment officer. I assigned officers to all the ships in the Atlantic Fleet. It
was a staff position, not leadership; I was merely an action officer, doing the
work on my own, and I was good at it. The ships were my customers, and I
became a master at this process. I was responsible for the Atlantic Fleet, but
senior captains from the Pacific Fleet called and told me they had heard that if
you wanted anything done at the Bureau, you should call Mike Abrashoff. So I
was still climbing the ladder, doing great things; but I was also still relying on
my ability to get things done and to micromanage, not on my leadership skills.
I did so well that I was posted as executive officer on the guided missile
cruiser USS Shiloh, which was then the most modern ship in the Navy. Shiloh
was a great ship, and taught me a lot about leadership; it was there that I realized
I wanted desperately to become a different kind of leader. But I still didn’t know
how to accomplish that.
In 1994, I was given the greatest opportunity of my life when I was selected
to be the military assistant to Secretary of Defense William Perry. Each of the
four services provided three nominees, so I was competing against eleven people
for the job. The admiral at the U.S. Bureau of Naval Personnel who submitted
my name told me not to get my hopes up. I wasn’t the Navy’s top pick, he said,
and if I got an interview, he hoped I would not embarrass the Navy. Talk about a
confidence builder.
Somehow, I got the job—perhaps because my tour with Admiral Webster had
taught me how to be a team player and deal confidently with senior officials.
However, although I was selected for the job, I was joining a superbly
functioning staff, and I was going to have to prove to the team that I was going
to be trustworthy—that my first loyalty was to the Office of the Secretary of
Defense rather than to my parent service, the U.S. Navy.
There are many highly critical jobs in and around the government that require
military officers and some enlisted personnel to be “loaned out” from their
parent service (Army, Air Force, Navy, or Marines) to another organization, such
as the White House, Joint Chiefs of Staff, or the Office of the Secretary of
Defense. The offices that receive the personnel on loan are the policy makers for
the national security apparatus, which sometimes has to make policy that is
contrary to the parochial interests of each service. In such an instance, pressure
by the parent service is applied on these officers on loan to keep the parent
service informed of what is being discussed, so that the admirals and generals
can mobilize to defeat the change in policy.
It’s an insidious practice that causes distrust in the Pentagon. Secretary of
Defense Donald Rumsfeld was quoted in TIME magazine as saying, “My Lord,
in this place, all you have to do is think about something, and it is leaked. It’s
like there are eavesdropping microphones on your brain.”
As a result, newly reporting personnel are not always fully trusted at the
beginning. I felt, rightly or wrongly, that initially I had to prove my
trustworthiness, not to Dr. Perry, but rather to the rest of the staff. It helped that
the late Chief of Naval Operations, Admiral Mike Boorda, took me aside shortly
after I got the job and told me that he expected me to be totally loyal to the
Secretary of Defense, and if any other admiral put pressure on me to betray a
confidence, I could go directly to him, Admiral Boorda, and the problem would
be taken care of.
I spent the time watching, listening, and learning how the Pentagon worked.
Little by little, people got to know me and began to give me the rotten jobs that
no one else wanted but that I was happy to do. In fact, I used to joke that there
were three types of missions in the office: the surefire successes (the two-star
general kept those), the potential successes, and the surefire failures. Guess
which ones I was assigned? The good news is that I was successful at about 75
percent of these hapless assignments. The bad news is that it sometimes took a
tire iron to get them done.
One of my main tasks was to keep Secretary Perry on schedule. Like all great
leaders, he was truly disciplined. Once he approved the schedule that we
proposed, he expected to stick to it, down to the minute. Meetings started on
time and ended on time, with resolution; no meeting was spent talking about the
need for more meetings.
Senior military officers on the make would often try to extend their face-time
with Perry, schmoozing with him to enhance their careers. What they didn’t
realize was that he saw right through their crude tactics. What they also didn’t
realize was that someone had to be the gatekeeper and that I, holding the key,
could make their lives very miserable.
For example, one time we were in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, scheduled to meet
with the families of five Defense Department employees who had been killed the
week before when a car bomb exploded outside their offices. Before Seeing
them, we were to be briefed on operations by a two-star Air Force general.
Although the briefing was important, Perry already had a firm grasp of the
issues, and the briefing was less crucial than extending his condolences to the
families.
The generals briefing also promoted the general. When he showed no signs of
finishing, I cut in, announced the briefing was over, and we were off to meet the
families. Secretary Perry left. The general took me by the arm and berated me,
but I lit into him in a way that I had never done to a senior officer before.
Sometimes desperate measures are needed when you are dealing with a sclerotic
bureaucracy.
I learned a lot about institutional politics from that job. I discovered how to
save taxpayers’ money, made possible by a revision in our acquisition policies.
All it took was my willingness to ignore some of the Navy’s antiquated
guidelines, notably those that wasted tax dollars, which had yet to be updated.
But my brush with the Pentagon bureaucracy focused my attention on
something much bigger: the Navy’s outgoing tide of good sailors. When I got a
ship, I resolved, I would lead it in such a way that that trend would be reversed.
Now, with Benfold, it was put up or shut up.
Though I brought with me a lot of negative leadership styles that I learned
early in my career, I had already decided that if I was ever going to fill my
father’s shoes, it was time for me to leave my comfort zone and chart my own
course. Luckily, I also had positive role models outside of my family, notably
Secretary Perry. It was time to confront everything I had hated about the Navy as
I climbed up through its ranks, and fix it all. Though the goal was presumptuous,
I told myself that it was important that I try to do this. I might never get
promoted again, but I decided that the risk was worth it. I wanted a life I could
be proud of. I wanted to have a positive effect on young people’s lives. I wanted
to create the best organization I could. And I didn’t want to squander this
leadership opportunity. I have learned over and over that once you squander an
opportunity, you can never get it back. When I am ninety years old and hanging
out at Leisure World, I don’t want to look back on my life and say, “If only I had
…”
I was terribly insecure, scared, and full of doubt at first. I had never been in
such a position before, and I kept asking myself whether or not I was doing the
right thing. But I had to make the leap, and I knew I wasn’t doing it for myself. I
was doing it for my people. I wanted them to have a great experience, and, above
all, I never wanted to write parents to say that their son or daughter was not
coming home because of something I had done or failed to do. And in the end, I
was doing it for the Navy, which I still love even though it had not yet realized
that it wasn’t “your father’s Navy” anymore.
I mean no disrespect when I say that. After all, our fathers’ Navy was an
extraordinary force that won the biggest sea battles in history. But today’s Navy
is a different organism. Benfold, for instance, is a much more intricate machine
than the ships of even twenty years ago. It can deliver far more firepower, with
more accuracy, than ten ships combined could in those days. Incredibly complex,
the ship emits unprecedented floods of information to be digested, processed,
and acted on, sometimes with only seconds to spare. As in business, no one
person can stay on top of it all. That’s why you need to get more out of your
people and challenge them to step up to the plate. What’s needed now is a
dramatic new way of inspiring people to excel while things are happening at
lightning speed.
We achieved that on Benfold. I’m not just bragging; the numbers prove it.
In fiscal 1998, we operated on 75 percent of our budget, not because we
consciously tried to save money, but because my sailors were free to question
conventional wisdom and dream up better ways to do their jobs. For example,
we reduced “mission-degrading” equipment failures from seventy-five in 1997
to twenty-four in 1998. As a result, we returned $600,000 of the ship’s $2.4
million maintenance budget and $800,000 of its $3 million repair budget. Of
course, our reward was to have the Navy’s budgeters slash exactly $600,000 and
$800,000 from our allotment the following year. Then we saved another 10
percent from that reduced figure, and duly returned it, too.
During this period, Benfold’s “readiness indicators” soared. For the hundred
days we served in the Persian Gulf during the Iraqi crisis of 1997, we were the
go-to ship of the Gulf Fleet, and we got the toughest assignments. We made the
highest gunnery score in the Pacific Fleet. We set a new record for the Navy’s
predeployment training cycle (preparing for our next assignment), which usually
requires fifty-two days—twenty-two in port and thirty at sea. We did it in
nineteen days—five in port and fourteen at sea—and earned ourselves thirty-
three precious days of shore leave.
When I came aboard Benfold, the Navy as a whole had a horrible retention
rate. Less than half of all sailors reenlisted for a second tour of duty; that they
can retire with generous benefits after only twenty years of service tempted few.
Benfold itself had a truly dismal retention rate—28 percent. In short, the ship
was souring nearly three out of four of its youngest sailors, the people the Navy
needs most if it is going to develop a critical mass of reliable petty officers and
long-term specialists.
How did our approach affect Benfold’s retention rate? Even I find this
startling, but the numbers don’t lie. The ship’s retention rate for the two most
critical categories jumped from 28 percent to 100 percent, and stayed there. All
of Benfold’s career sailors reenlisted for an additional tour. If we had to replace
them, we would spend about $100,000 per new recruit for her or his training.
And the considerable dollar savings are only the beginning. The ultimate benefit
—retaining highly skilled employees—is incalculable.
When I took command of Benfold, I realized that no one, including me, is
capable of making every decision. I would have to train my people to think and
make judgments on their own. Empowering means defining the parameters in
which people are allowed to operate, and then setting them free.
But how free was free? What were the limits?
I chose my line in the sand. Whenever the consequences of a decision had the
potential to kill or injure someone, waste taxpayers’ money, or damage the ship,
I had to be consulted. Short of those contingencies, the crew was authorized to
make their own decisions. Even if the decisions were wrong, I would stand by
my crew. Hopefully, they would learn from their mistakes. And the more
responsibility they were given, the more they learned.
By trading pageantry for performance, we created learning experiences at
every turn. We made sure that every sailor had time and was motivated to master
his or her job; getting by wasn’t good enough.
As a result, we had a promotion rate that was over the top. In the Navy,
promotions depend on how well you perform on standardized tests. Everyone
ready for advancement takes them at the same time, and those with the highest
scores are promoted. When I took command in 1997, my new crew was
advancing less than the Navy average. In 1998, I promoted eighty-six sailors, a
big leap in self-esteem for roughly one-third of the ship’s crew. Now Benfold
sailors were getting promoted at a rate twice the Navy average.
The fact is that the new environment aboard Benfold created a company of
collaborators who were flourishing in a spirit of relaxed discipline, creativity,
humor, and pride. The Navy noticed: Just seven months after I took the helm,
Benfold earned the Spokane Trophy, an award established in 1908 by that
famous Navy buff President Theodore Roosevelt. It is given each year to the
most combat-ready ship in the Pacific Fleet.
Shortly after the award was announced, my boss, the commodore, sent me an
e-mail offering congratulations. But don’t get too cocky, he warned. His ship had
not only won the equivalent award in the Atlantic Fleet, it had also achieved the
Navy’s all-time highest score in gunnery, 103.6 (out of a possible 105). “Until
you can beat my gunnery score,” he wrote, “I don’t want to hear any crowing
from USS Benfold.”
Two weeks later, we were scheduled to shoot our own gunnery competition. I
didn’t say a word to my team; I just taped that e-mail to the gun mount. They
scored 104.4 of a possible 105 points, after which I let them write a response to
the commodore. I didn’t read it, but I have the impression that they crowed quite
a bit.
Benfold went on to beat nearly every metric in the Pacific Fleet, and
frequently the crew broke the existing record. Directly, I had nothing to do with
these triumphs. As I saw it, my job was to create the climate that enabled people
to unleash their potential. Given the right environment, there are few limits to
what people can achieve.
CHAPTER TWO
LEAD BY EXAMPLE
WHILE THE IMAGE OF A NAVY CAPTAIN CONJURES UP gold braid and firmly
barked orders, neither of those things makes a leader. A leader will never
accomplish what he or she wants by ordering it done. Real leadership must
be done by example, not precept.
Whether you like it or not, your people follow your example. They look to
you for signals, and you have enormous influence over them. If they see you fail
to implement a policy you disagree with, they may think they have a green light
to do the same. If they see you not telling the truth, they may feel free to lie as
well. Likewise, if they see you challenge outdated business practices, they will
follow suit. Doing so will become ingrained in the culture. Whenever an officer
proposed a plan, I asked, “Why do we have to do it that way? Is there a better
way?” So they always searched for better ways before coming to me. The signals
you send are important. You train your crew how to operate through every
decision you make and every action you take.
LISTEN AGGRESSIVELY
ONCE LEADERS HAVE SET THE TERMS OF THE NEW SOcial contract with their
workers, they need to have the courage of their convictions. The best way
to keep a ship—or any organization—on course for success is to give the
troops all the responsibility they can handle and then stand back. Trust is a
human marvel—it not only sustains the social contract, it’s the growth
hormone that turns green sailors into seasoned shipmates and troubled
companies into dynamic competitors.
But trust is a kind of jujitsu: You have to earn it, and you earn trust only by
giving it. Here are the hard lessons I learned.
LIKE MILITARY SERVICES AROUND THE GLOBE, THE U.S. Navy is a hierarchy.
Rank, seniority, and military discipline govern nearly everything. “Officer
Country” signs ban enlisted people from parts of nearly every ship.
As gently as possible, I set out to chip away at this rigid system. Formal
etiquette is never out of style in the Navy, nor was it on my ship. When I walked
on deck, sailors cleared gangways, threw salutes, and stood at attention facing
me, backs to bulkheads. They were honoring the office, as sailors must. But in a
short time they learned that I was not interested in flattery or fluff. Rigidity gets
in the way of creativity. Instead of salutes, I wanted results, which to me meant
achieving combat readiness. The way to accomplish this was not to order it from
the top, which is demoralizing and squashes initiative. I wanted sailors to open
their minds, use their imaginations, and find better ways of doing everything. I
wanted officers to understand that ideas and initiative could emerge from the
lower deck as well as muscle and blind obedience. And I wanted everyone on
the ship to see one another as people and shipmates.
As captain, I was charged with enforcing 225 years of accumulated Navy
regulations, policies, and procedures. But every last one of those rules was up for
negotiation whenever my people came up with a better way of doing things. As
soon as one of their new ideas worked in practice, I passed it up the chain of
command, hoping my superiors would share it with other ships.
To facilitate that, I had to encourage the crew to take initiative—and make
sure the officers welcomed it. And that meant they would have to get to know
one another as people. They would have to respect one another, and from that
would come trust.
1. With too few ships to inspect too many tankers, the admiral needed big
results from limited resources. That’s a problem many organizations share.
Multitasking with the assets at your disposal is the only way to solve it.
Benfold mastered the art of multitasking.
2. By getting very good at both inspecting tankers and shooting cruise
missiles, Benfold achieved two coveted areas of expertise. The higher-ups
were forever fighting over who got to use our services. That should be the
goal of any business: Strive to offer high quality at low cost in versatile
areas such that customers fight to place their orders.
THE U.S. NAVY IS NO MORE FOND OF PEOPLE WHO GO out on a limb than is any
other bureaucracy. In fact, taking a risk is seen as a danger to your career.
But an organization that aims to stay alive and strong should make sure to
praise and promote risk-takers, even if they fail once in a while.
Unfortunately, organizations all too often promote only those who have
never made a mistake. Show me someone who has never made a mistake,
and I will show you someone who is not doing anything to improve your
organization.
As I have said, I never took a reckless risk in my Navy career. Each danger I
ran was a calculated part of my campaign to create change without asking
permission from higher authority. I took only the risks that I thought my boss
would want me to take, risks I could defend within my job description and
authority. For the most part, they produced beneficial results, and my boss got
the credit for that, so he didn’t object.
Still, some risks are more dangerous than others. In general:
LEADERSHIP, AS I HAVE SAID, IS MOSTLY THE ART OF doing simple things very
well. However, we sometimes make it far tougher than it needs to be.
Unlike some leaders, I prefer to build myself up by strengthening others
and helping them feel good about their jobs and themselves. When that
happens, their work improves, and my own morale leaps.
I left drill-sergeant bullying to other leaders with other goals. Running
Benfold demanded brains and initiative, not brawn. Only competent and self-
confident sailors could handle the ship’s complexities and fulfill its missions.
These sailors could not be sculpted into a fighting crew by ruling with fear and
punishing them as though they were inept kids. My job was to turn kids into
grown-ups who would make Edward Benfold proud.
I focused on building self-esteem. I know that most of us carry around an
invisible backpack full of childhood insecurities, and that many sailors often
struggled under the load of past insults, including being scorned at home or
squashed at school. I could make the load either heavier or lighter, and the right
choice was obvious. Instead of tearing people down to make them into robots, I
tried to show them that I trusted and believed in them.
Show me a manager who ignores the power of praise, and I will show you a
lousy manager. Praise is infinitely more productive than punishment—could
anything be clearer? But how many managers give this fact more than lip
service? How many really live it? Not enough.
The same principle applies when you’re dealing with bosses: Never tear them
down; help them grow strong. If you want to achieve anything in a large
bureaucracy, get inside the bosses’ heads. Anticipate what they want before they
know they want it. Take on their problems; make them look so good that you
become indispensable. When they can’t get along without you, they will support
nearly anything you seek to accomplish.
GENERATE UNITY
ONE OF MY HARDER TASKS WAS GETTING PEOPLE TO ACcept that we were all (in
this case literally) in the same boat. Either we would support one another or
the whole ship could be in critical trouble that no one could escape.
One of the toughest things for organizations to accomplish is to get people to
set aside personal differences and work for the good of everyone involved. I
don’t care to have the best weapons department of any ship in the Navy if the
engineers can’t make the propeller turn and get us to the battle. If that’s the case,
we are one of the worst ships. The task of the leader is to assemble the best team
possible, train it, then figure out the best way to get the members to work
together for the good of the organization.
After I had been with the secretary of defense for about a year, we returned
from an overseas trip and were critiquing what we had accomplished. I
summoned up the courage to inquire why he had hired me in the first place.
“Why did you choose me over those most highly qualified candidates?” I asked.
Dr. Perry responded, “Mike, I have been in both government and business for
over forty years. I can hire the smartest people around. But I have found what
works the best is a staff that works together and backstops each other. The staff
decided that you were the one they could work with the best.”
Perhaps the most malignant obstacle to forming a cohesive unit is also the
U.S. military’s worst-kept secret: its inability to end racial and gender
discrimination. Contrary to Pentagon hopes and hype, racism persists and sexual
harassment is pandemic in nearly every military unit, land, sea, or air. In fact,
this shouldn’t be surprising. The military, like any organization, reflects the
larger culture of which it is a part.
Treating people with dignity and respect is not only morally right, but also
highly practical and productive. Unity became the fundamental purpose of my
leadership model. We achieved that goal because we learned how to make
people want to belong to our 310-member club, ready to give their best to a fair-
dealing ship that clearly valued them, no matter what color or sex they were.
I OFTEN GET A FEELING THAT CORPORATE AMERICA, like the military, is headed
for a nervous breakdown. We are now permanently wired to our work,
wherever we are. Even on vacation, we’re tethered to pagers, cell phones,
and laptops, so we can log in from the beach. This is okay, in moderation.
In excess, it eats away at the inner reservoir of spirit that people need to
draw on when life gets tough. If you work seventy or eighty hours a week
and never take time out for a work/life balance, the reservoir doesn’t refill
and soon you’re running on empty. When times get tough, the body may be
willing but the spirit will be out to lunch.
Long ago, one of Neptune’s admirals must have decreed that working sailors
are forbidden to have fun at sea. Our own admirals took the rule as gospel; no
alternative had ever occurred to them. I wanted to change that. When I
interviewed my sailors, I asked them not only how we could improve the ship’s
performance, but also how we could have fun at work. The responses were
amazing.
MY TOUR WAS OVER.. IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO HANDover Benfold to its new
captain.
A few weeks before the date, my commodore called and asked what time I
wanted him to come aboard as guest speaker.
“Sorry,” I said. “You aren’t invited. This is just between me, my relief, my
crew, and my ship. No one else is coming.” In fact, instead of changing
command in port and forcing the crew to do a lot of needless preparation, I had
decided to turn over the ship at sea. The traditional change-of-command-in-port
procedure is another dinosaur that needs extinction. Let me tell you about mine.
The commodore was pretty much used to me by now, and he came right
back: “What do you want me to do with your medal?”
“Would you mind putting it in the mail, sir?”
On the Sunday night before we embarked, I had 310 live lobsters FedExed
from Maine. For three days, we watched the lobsters in their tank on the mess
decks. Most of my crew had never eaten a lobster or even seen one, so we gave
lessons on how to get at the meat and eat it. Red Lobster gave us 310 bibs and
claw-crackers, and on Wednesday night we had what I called my last supper:
surf and turf.
Thursday morning we got up early and trained for four hours, because
training was our job. Then at 10:45 we assembled on the flight deck in our
coveralls—no fresh uniforms, just coveralls—and I gave the shortest change-of-
command speech in military history. It was five words long: “You know how I
feel.” Then I saluted my relief and my crew. The new, improved Benfold was
now theirs.
As I departed, I thought about how far we had all come in two years. Once
divided and troubled, the ship I left to my successor was all a captain could wish
for—the gem of the ocean. I was hugely proud of these sailors, who had become
such a tight, accomplished, effective team, and I was unabashedly proud of
myself. I had come far as both a leader and a person. I will never forget the
excitement of commanding Benfold, of watching it improve every single day. I
can’t imagine a more rewarding job, and I would have done it for no pay. If I
never match it again, I will still be the luckiest man alive, to have had such an
experience.
People often ask why I didn’t stay in the Navy. The answer is, I could have
stayed. Benfold was such a success that I got the best evaluations of my life. The
path was clear; I could have gone on to make admiral.
The problem was, the Navy’s business is going to sea. In my first eighteen
years in the Navy, I spent three full years sailing around the Persian Gulf. All
told, I had acquired more sea time than any of my contemporaries from the
Naval Academy. To stay on and go for admiral would have required three more
six-month deployments, probably in a three-year time span.
Sea duty was rewarding. It also took a personal toll. In the end, I decided that
as much as I loved the Navy, the people who worked for me, and my colleagues,
it was time for me to move on. Now I want to share my experience and my
journey to help others become better leaders.
The day before I was relieved, my successor took me aside and said he felt
almost intimidated: Benfold was unlike anything in his experience. He did not
want to be known as the one on whose watch Benfold declined. He asked me
what he should do. He had been raised by some real pit bulls since he joined the
Navy, guys who truly believed in saluting those above and sweating those below.
And here he was being thrown into a strange new situation where strict Navy
tradition had been turned upside down. What should he do? Where should he
begin?
I summarized the Benfold playback, my recipe for running this phenomenal
crew and ship. I tried not to sound like Moses, but my commandments were no
less heartfelt. They were simply the chapter headings of this book: Lead by
example; listen aggressively; communicate purpose and meaning; create a
climate of trust; look for results, not salutes; take calculated risks; go beyond
standard procedure; build up your people; generate unity; and improve your
people’s quality of life.
It took him a while to get all that, but in the end, he did.
A week after I left, he got his first real glimpse of what the ship was about.
Benfold participated in a battle group exercise—a computer simulation, the first
ever done entirely in port. Based in San Diego, the exercise revolved around the
carrier Constellation, with two cruisers manning air defense and several
destroyers, including Benfold, hunting enemy submarines.
It was the Navy’s first attempt to show that quality training could be done
with computers in port, at far less cost than it takes to send ships to sea. So this
show was being eagerly watched at the highest levels in the Pentagon. If the
exercise worked, simulated naval battles could save billions in the future. And to
make the experiment credible, the exercise simulated even tougher conditions
than the crews would encounter in most actual battles.
Benfold and the cruisers had essentially the same equipment, but the cruisers
each had crews of about 440 compared with Benfold’s 310, mainly because they
carried helicopters and needed additional specialists to run the carrier group’s air
defense. Given their special responsibility, the cruiser crews were considered
senior to Benfold’s and were much more experienced in air defense operations.
Benfold was supposed to defend only itself and to provide limited air defense to
the rest of the battle group. And it had neither the ability nor the specialists to
handle the entire groups air defense. But Benfold was “the little ship that could.”
The two cruisers proved unready to fight the computer war and were forced
to drop out of the exercise, one after the other. As disaster loomed, the battle
group commander desperately ordered Benfold to take over as the air defense
commander made a last-ditch effort to save the exercise. Benfold stepped up to
the plate and performed flawlessly. It was a grand slam.
Benfold had demonstrated an ability it wasn’t even supposed to have. It was
an enormous victory for the crew, and truly iced their reputation. The admiral of
the carrier battle group was astonished. I heard through third parties that he
questioned his staff, unable to figure out how the cruisers could not even
participate in the exercises while Benfold, the little guy, not only participated but
led the whole game.
Six months after I left, Benfold got the highest grade in the history of the
Pacific Fleet on the Combat Systems Readiness Review.
A year after I left, the ship was renominated for the Spokane Trophy, but
came in second. That was a political decision. The admiral who made it had
previously commanded the ship that won, and he gave them the prize. Of course
I thought the Benfold was more deserving.
What kept Benfold going?
My successor became a great leader. He was so highly valued that he was
ranked number one commanding officer in his squadron. Benfold’s retention rate
was still triple the Navy’s average, and other good things continued. In due
course, the deputy commander in chief of the Atlantic Fleet chose him as
executive assistant and pulled him off Benfold well ahead of his schedule.
Moreover, he received the Legion of Merit award, which is typically reserved for
senior captains and admirals.
I myself had gotten the lesser Meritorious Service Medal, and at first I was
insanely jealous. But then I started to think, “Good for him.” Here’s a guy who
demonstrated that he could change, that he could become a great leader. And
good for the Navy to recognize his kind of achievement. Hopefully, he will hang
around to earn his stars and cause positive change in the ranks of admirals.
Furthermore, I was pleased that my crew helped facilitate his transformation.
The aftermath of my departure found Benfold sailing full steam ahead for at
least the first year, and I am not shy about taking some of the credit. I believe
that a leader’s final evaluation should not be written until six months or a year
after he or she leaves the organization. The true measure of how well you did on
your watch is the legacy you hand your successors. And don’t wish them ill so
you can look good by contrast. Think bigger: Their success is actually your
reward for leaving your command as shipshape as possible. As I write this, all of
my officers and chief petty officers have transferred from ships and have gone
on to other more demanding duties. Most of the crew has transferred as well.
We all feel satisfaction in a job well done, but the greatest satisfaction
transcends personal achievement—it comes from helping others reach their
potential. That’s probably what keeps teachers going. It definitely kept me going
during my tour on Benfold.
People ask how I got along with the other commanding officers. I have to be
honest: less well than I should have. If one ship in a ten-ship group is doing
conspicuously well, it’s hard to imagine the other nine feeling good about it. Yet
I never stopped to consider those feelings, which, of course, included my own
competitiveness. That was a mistake on my part.
I certainly made life uncomfortable for the nine other commanding officers in
my battle group. Their sailors would complain that Benfold was doing this or
that, so why couldn’t they? I was proud of our accomplishments, and to me it
was logical for the other ships to simply adopt what we were doing. After all, top
performance was what everyone was supposedly trying to achieve. That was one
area where I failed to put myself in other people’s shoes and see things their way.
You might say I was arrogantly naive.
In hindsight, I could have been much more supportive of my colleagues—for
example, by telling them in advance what we were doing, so they could join us
voluntarily rather than having to be ordered to join us later.
Being compared unfavorably to Benfold—time after time—must have caused
the wrong kind of competition. In my eyes, I was merely competing with myself
to have the best ship possible. I never cared what the competition was doing. But
in retrospect, it’s obvious that they cared what we were doing, and they didn’t
like it one bit. I wish I had seen that at the time.
If you decide to go the Benfold route in your own organization, be warned:
By doing new and innovative things, you may create jealousy and animosity. Try
to be sensitive to that.
On the other hand, don’t pull your punches just to avoid hurting your
colleagues’ feelings. Getting an entire group to excel is worth any number of
offended peers. Maybe it is best simply to accept the fact that excellence upsets
some people. It always has and always will. Live with it.
My approach to leadership on a Navy ship began as an experiment, born of
necessity, but I have since found that it is far from unique. In all sorts of thriving
businesses, the managerial role has changed from order-giver to people-
developer, from authoritarian boss to talent cultivator. Nowadays, the most
effective managers work hard at showing people how to find their own solutions,
and then get out of their way. Given my responsibility for the very lives of my
sailors, I could never go quite that far. But this book confirms how surprisingly
far I was able to push Navy leadership in that direction. The reason was simple:
It works.
I hope that my experience will enhance your own career, and that my
improvised techniques will inspire you to invent even better ones. But let’s not
limit these hopes to our respective careers.
As this book goes to press, the United States and its allies have declared war
on international terrorists, those secret predators both global and invisible, whose
cruelties cannot be allowed to prevail. If anything is certain about this historic
conflict, it is that it can’t be won by the command-and-control culture that long
sapped the creativity of too many American business and military organizations.
In this war, ponderous armies and corporations, stalled by hubris and
complacency, will be no more effective than Britain’s vaunted Redcoats were in
the American Revolution. Victory will go, as it did then, to the forces with the
greatest horizontal leadership, the ones imbued with small-unit daring and
initiative. That kind of self-starting leadership lies deep in the American grain, a
legacy from the old rigors of frontier strife. Though seemingly leached out of the
culture by large organizations, the upsurge of individuals risking their lives for
others was the most awesome aspect of the World Trade Center catastrophe. To
me, it reflected the vast reservoir of selflessness in the American character that
leaders at every level must learn to tap for the common good. My own
experience aboard Benfold suggests the potential of that spirit, once leaders learn
how to release it. I therefore offer this book not only as your own career builder,
but as a guide to showing people how to join in leading themselves for a purpose
larger than themselves. That’s the real Benfold story—the leadership lesson I
hope you can soon apply to whatever organization you serve, civilian or military,
beginning tomorrow.
Finally, let’s all stipulate the winning leader’s first principle: Optimism rules.
And the corollary: Opportunities never cease.
The bottom line: It’s your ship. Make it the best.
EPILOGUE
BEYOND BENFOLD
IN OUR TIME ORGANIZATIONS OFTEN BECOME TOO complex for their leaders to
run effectively. Some beset leaders try to wriggle out of reality by ignoring
chronic problems; others pit their subordinates against one another in so-
called competition that winds up subverting any common purpose. The
price of dysfunctional leadership is, of course, a dysfunctional organization.
During my Navy career, I found my own purpose in trying to create
something better—leadership that truly earns its keep by taking full
responsibility for solving killer problems.
Leadership is not a paycheck. Leadership is a calling. You have to want to
lead with all the caring and energy of Ernest Shackleton conquering Antarctica
or Moses parting the Red Sea. And you have to be accountable—no blame game
is acceptable. The buck stops at the tip of your nose.
This book describes the leadership shortcomings that came about as a result
of our resistance to change and improve in the Navy. During my own leadership
transformation, I learned to fill it with methods that transformed my own
complex organization, USS Benfold. Those methods lived on beyond my
captaincy because they worked—and benefited every leader who used them.
After I left Benfold in 1999, for example, I took the liberty of e-mailing the
three-star admiral who was responsible for the readiness of more than a hundred
ships and facilities in the Pacific Fleet. I wanted to share what I had learned
about reconnecting officers and sailors, and confronting other neglected areas as
well. I urged the admiral to hold commanding officers personally responsible for
the retention and disciplinary rates of their crews. Thank heaven for open-
minded admirals: This one immediately focused his strong mind and will on
ships with abnormally high turnovers. In no time, commanding officers got the
message: Boost your retention rate or forget promotion.
It worked. Retention rates increased; unplanned discharges plummeted. It
was also contagious. In 2001, reenlistments throughout the Navy rose by 20
percent. There was a sharp decrease in disciplinary problems and workers’
compensation cases—and a dramatic boost in new enlistments. The lesson is
inescapable. Once an issue becomes important to senior management, it becomes
important down the chain of command. The results can be astonishing—newly
loyal workers, better products, higher sales, and healthy profits. All because
leaders do what they are paid to do—lead. In a nutshell, leaders are supposed to
solve awful problems and inspire wonderful work. Ego-trippers need not apply.
In my post Benfold life, I have been enormously pleased by the U.S.
military’s improved leadership. All four branches have increasingly rejected the
inefficiency of interservice rivalry that duplicates weapons and squanders
taxpayer dollars. Since the events of September 11, 2001, strong leadership has
demanded interservice cooperation, thus multiplying force effectiveness with
great results. Whatever your political views on the war in Afghanistan, the
campaign itself has been a model of efficiency in what appeared to be highly
unpromising terrain. The operational plan sought maximum results with minimal
resources. By all reports thus far, the execution by U.S. airmen, sailors, soldiers,
and marines has been flawless.
In business, I have encountered many companies with the kind of bad habits
and poor leadership that troubled Benfold when I first went aboard. Too many
company departments appear blind to what they could accomplish together.
Bereft of good leadership, they are trapped in needless bickering, politics, and
posturing, with predictable damage to the bottom line. And yet unity of purpose
is quite achievable, even against heavy odds, and sometimes because of them.
We created unity on Benfold. The U.S. military did it in Afghanistan. I am
convinced that businesses everywhere can do the same. After all, it’s our ship.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank my parents, Don and Mary, for the tremendous example of
strength and commitment in their raising of the seven of us. Their wisdom,
endurance, perseverance, and unconditional love gave each of us a solid
foundation upon which much can be built.
I would like to thank Dr. William J. Perry for the opportunity of a lifetime.
His support, patience, and guidance provided me many priceless lessons that
made me both a better leader and shipmate. A special thanks to his “crack
staff”—Earl Masters, Carol Chaffin, Cindy Baldwin, Marshall Williams, Bill
Brown, and Rick Kisling—for countless laughs, support, and creating an
extended family for me.
I am fortunate in so many ways, but this book would never have been written
were it not for another former William Perry staff member—a Hoosier of great
renown—Mr. Larry Smith, now with Business Executives for National Security
(BENS). Larry heard about our leadership journey and introduced me to Ms.
Polly LaBarre, the outstanding senior editor at Fast Company magazine who
chronicled our Grassroots Leadership model. None of this would have ever been
possible without Polly’s wisdom and insight. Thanks, Polly.
I would like to acknowledge my Naval Academy roommates and lifelong
friends, Roy Bishop and George Papaiouanou, who helped me make it when I
didn’t always want to. A special thanks to Michael Bolger for his unyielding
guidance and unconditional support.
I would also like to thank my literary agent Helen Rees and the Wordworks,
Inc., team—Donna Carpenter, Maurice Coyle, Susan Higgins, Deborah Horvitz,
Larry Martz, Cindy Butler Sammons, and Robert Shnayerson. I also had the best
editors ever. Rick Wolff, Dan Ambrosio, and Madeleine Schachter at Warner
Books rounded the dream team who helped make this book a reality. Finally, I
would like to thank my fiercely loyal assistant, David Lauer, for his valued and
never-ending commitment on meeting the deadlines required for this book.
And a very special thanks to all of those in uniform who serve our great
country.